Rise of the Otherworld.

Everyone took swift action after receiving the order. A tense and hectic atmosphere permeated the True King Sect. Every corner was filled with unease and anxiety, as if a greater storm was about to strike.

Tang Feng led his disciples on patrol day and night, their figures crisscrossing the sect's borders, their eyes bloodshot, yet they remained vigilant. However, the increasing intrusions of surrounding forces left them overwhelmed. Sometimes it was a mysterious figure suddenly appearing in the dead of night, sometimes a trap inexplicably appearing near the sect. Tang Feng felt an unprecedented pressure.

The sorcerer was completely absorbed in assembling the defensive formation. Her hands danced constantly, she chanted, and spiritual energy flowed from her fingertips like silk threads. Each spell she cast consumed her physical and spiritual energy, and her face grew increasingly pale, like a blank sheet of paper. But the formation wasn't yet complete, and the enemy's threat loomed ever larger. It felt like a race against time.

A sturdy man skilled in boxing urged his disciples to practice with an anxious urgency, his gruff voice echoing across the training ground. "Push harder! Push harder!" The disciples sweated profusely, many injured from the overexertion, but to strengthen themselves, they gritted their teeth and persevered. Their fists struck the wooden stakes again and again, making a dull thud.

Zhao Yu also encountered numerous difficulties in assembling supplies. The sect's inventory was already depleted from the previous battle, and external supplies were cut off by surrounding forces. He rushed around, trying to find new sources of resources, but often returned empty-handed, his face growing increasingly worried.

Lin Yu paced back and forth within the sect, his heart in agony. His gaze shifted between the patrol, the disciples cultivating, and the progress of the magician's formation. If he attacked proactively, the sect's strength hadn't fully recovered, and the risk was immense. If he held on and waited for help, he didn't know when it would arrive, and the sect's resources were increasingly scarce.

"Master, we can't wait any longer, we must make a decision!" Tang Feng hurried back, his clothes covered in dust, his voice filled with urgency and anxiety.

Lin Yu frowned and looked at Tang Feng deeply. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Wait a little longer, maybe there will be a turning point." Although his voice was calm, only he knew the waves in his heart.

"What are we waiting for? The enemy is almost at our doorstep!" Tang Feng couldn't help but shout loudly, his eyes widened with anger, and the veins on his neck bulged.

At this time, a disciple came running to report: "Master, several small families have openly provoked us and asked us to give up part of our territory." The disciple's voice trembled, obviously frightened by the other party's arrogance.

Lin Yu was furious, but he still suppressed his emotions. He clenched his fists tightly, and his joints turned white due to the force. "These guys are taking advantage of the situation!" He said with gritted teeth.

The magician also rushed over. Her steps were unsteady and she said weakly, "Master, the defensive formation will take some time to complete." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, as if she would faint in the next second.

The strong man who was good at boxing also said: "The disciples can't hold on any longer, Sect Master!" His face was full of helplessness and fatigue.

Lin Yu looked at the crowd, knowing that he had to make a decision at this moment. Should he risk his life and death, or continue to hold on and wait for that slim hope? He was struggling fiercely in his heart. Every choice was related to the life and death of the Zhenwang Sect.

At this moment, a mysterious letter was delivered to Lin Yu. He opened the letter and his face changed suddenly. The content of the letter made his hands tremble slightly, and his eyes were full of shock and confusion.

It turned out that the letter was written by a mysterious person who claimed to know the mastermind behind the crisis of Zhenwang Sect and was willing to provide help, but the condition was that Zhenwang Sect had to agree to an unknown request of his.

Lin Yu fell into deeper contemplation. Was the appearance of this mysterious man a blessing or a curse? Where would the Zhenwang Sect go?

The atmosphere in the sect became increasingly solemn, and everyone's eyes were focused on Lin Yu, waiting for him to make the final decision.